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lyrics

Under the oldest bridge we used to skim the water
To dive and drink after cries
Along the ridge we used to clean the dirt they spit on our bodies
They came to sink one by one

Accept, possibly like a grail
Reject, possibly like a fate
Erase pain every time you have to fail
Contemplate new legacies each time you succeed

Take the pen
Take the paper and throw the rubber
One line for each year
One line for each wrinkle
For missing stares and voices

A lot of water has passed under my own bridge
Rocks falling from the ridge
Rocks falling from the bridge
Boats come to sink as I watch you getting old
From wood to concrete
From stone to gold
Understand and control closest fears to accept these moments as gifts

Ask the grave
Dig, kick the ground to build your final lair
Sad is the melody of a song for a friend
My body hardly split
When it hears a mother saying “don’t be afraid”
When it hears a father saying “fight like a man”
A brother bringing home basis of the frame
People in row
Gathered by an unwavering faith that I make yours
I make yours my faith
You make mine your everyday fears and I throw my old nightmares away
We swap our lies, we swap our faults
I gave the light when you gave the rot

All things considered, how should we feel in return?
Preparing ourselves to postpone the moment when our mothers sleep and our fathers fall